Some people leave footprints on our heart.
Cats leave fur on our sweaters.
Dogs leave drool on our shoes.
Families will crap on our doorstep.
So when life gives you crap, garden it and make roses.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
I CAN HEAR SILENCE
Ma's gone quiet.
It's like waiting for the other boot to fall.
22 comments:
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Sounds ominous JahTeh. Normally I'd wait you know, see what happens--like. But the opportunity to pip Hughes at the post is too delicious. I guess the PC thing to say is I'd hope she's alright. But I'd by lying if I said that. I hope she is actually OK or definitely the inverse of OK, anywhere in between is just . . . well difficult. Your mother, fdifficult? Surely not. Silent? Sounds ominious JahTeh. Normally I'd wait you know see what happens. . . . .
Jahteh, you won't. When she goes, she will let you know that she is doing all right and there is grace ... or something like that. And you will come to understand that the time you have had together was for a very significant reason.
Sulk!- you weak as piss little bastard, I sure do invite readers to go further down this page -and witness your humiliation, you PIG!- the humiliation of a jaundiced coward. You've been playing this bully game a long time, on lots of blogs, you shitcake, and finally picked on me -and got your arse kicked. Maggot.
Excellent. Oscar Wilde is back with his hilarious collection of rude words. Suppose I'd better go and tie a knot in my private parts so I don't end up wetting myself.
River, she made one stupid remark this afternoon and I just said in a loud voice, "I beg your pardon!" and she backtracked very quickly.
Oz, she felt sick this morning so stayed in bed until midday but just had to get up to put dishes in the washer and clean the microwave and then went back to bed because she felt sick again. It's a crazy situation.
Hi Kelly & Sam, insensitive, Rh and vulgar, it must be someone impersonating him.
Fleetwood, a typical English gentleman, mould and fleas.
And here's a special little note for Poodle Dog Hughes: Listen Poodle Dog, you got your privates made public years ago when you flashed your knob to an old lady who photographed it. "This is the most trivial case of exposure," said the magistrate, "that I've ever laughed at."
"...a typical English gentleman, mould and fleas."
Sounds like a firm of lawyers.
Incidentally, Witchy, I think there's something wrong with some of these comments boxes. Every so often there seems to be one that's full of totally incomprehensible drivel, throwing out the odd swear word and the occasional obscene remark. Could be some sort of virus.
I have an interest in archaeology myself, and your blog is informative, humorous, worth reading. And so I'm baffled; why are your comments elsewhere so stupid, so vaudeville? I find every other commentor here interesting, mainly because they're speaking from a footpath, not from a stage.
If I thought for one moment you were offering me an olive branch, I'd probably take it...because, if nothing else, I strongly suspect that everyone else here is tired of our incessant bickering. So far, however, you've called my mother a prostitute, and myself a cunt and a pedophile, amongst a great many other obscene remarks. It's difficult to believe that you want a serious and restrained discussion now.
22 comments:
Sounds ominous JahTeh. Normally I'd wait you know, see what happens--like. But the opportunity to pip Hughes at the post is too delicious. I guess the PC thing to say is I'd hope she's alright. But I'd by lying if I said that. I hope she is actually OK or definitely the inverse of OK, anywhere in between is just . . . well difficult. Your mother, fdifficult? Surely not. Silent? Sounds ominious JahTeh. Normally I'd wait you know see what happens. . . . .
Mothers have many ways of keeping their children on their toes.
I think I frightened her the other night when I said I'd slam the phone down if she said one more word, she did and I did.
Works both ways Andrew but it gets me all twitchy. I swear when she does go I'll still be looking over my shoulder.
Jahteh, you won't. When she goes, she will let you know that she is doing all right and there is grace ... or something like that. And you will come to understand that the time you have had together was for a very significant reason.
Call me anytime.
Bella
"But the opportunity to pip Hughes at the post is too delicious."
Yes, sorry about that. I'm a bit slow off the mark today. Unfortunately I got distracted by a flea a bit further down the page.
Sulk!- you weak as piss little bastard, I sure do invite readers to go further down this page -and witness your humiliation, you PIG!- the humiliation of a jaundiced coward.
You've been playing this bully game a long time, on lots of blogs, you shitcake, and finally picked on me -and got your arse kicked.
Maggot.
Did something just try and nibble my bottom? Oh no...my mistake...it was just a bit of shit.
"she did and I did" heh-heh, you've stunned her into silence.
when she regroups you may get an earful.....
Poodle Dog Hughes got a rubber bone for Christmas.
He thought it was a dildo.
ha ha ha!
(Golly. What a stupid cunt)
ROBBERT!!!
Excellent. Oscar Wilde is back with his hilarious collection of rude words. Suppose I'd better go and tie a knot in my private parts so I don't end up wetting myself.
RH, do you think it's a *tad* insensitive to be writing such vulgarity in a thread completely unrelated to your original beef?
*sheesh*
River, she made one stupid remark this afternoon and I just said in a loud voice, "I beg your pardon!" and she backtracked very quickly.
Oz, she felt sick this morning so stayed in bed until midday but just had to get up to put dishes in the washer and clean the microwave and then went back to bed because she felt sick again. It's a crazy situation.
Hi Kelly & Sam, insensitive, Rh and vulgar, it must be someone impersonating him.
Fleetwood, a typical English gentleman, mould and fleas.
RH is Insensitive? Well how about you?
Kelly is a flea. Sam also.
Is that okay?
And here's a special little note for Poodle Dog Hughes: Listen Poodle Dog, you got your privates made public years ago when you flashed your knob to an old lady who photographed it. "This is the most trivial case of exposure," said the magistrate, "that I've ever laughed at."
Tie the knot in your neck.
You pommy bastard.
"...a typical English gentleman, mould and fleas."
Sounds like a firm of lawyers.
Incidentally, Witchy, I think there's something wrong with some of these comments boxes. Every so often there seems to be one that's full of totally incomprehensible drivel, throwing out the odd swear word and the occasional obscene remark. Could be some sort of virus.
A squirt or two of Dettox should clear it up.
I have an interest in archaeology myself, and your blog is informative, humorous, worth reading.
And so I'm baffled; why are your comments elsewhere so stupid, so vaudeville?
I find every other commentor here interesting, mainly because they're speaking from a footpath, not from a stage.
Robert,
If I thought for one moment you were offering me an olive branch, I'd probably take it...because, if nothing else, I strongly suspect that everyone else here is tired of our incessant bickering. So far, however, you've called my mother a prostitute, and myself a cunt and a pedophile, amongst a great many other obscene remarks. It's difficult to believe that you want a serious and restrained discussion now.
However, the onus lies with you...
hehehehe......You made me greet the floor with my nose on that one! More blackmail for doing Xmas her way I imagine?
just make sure you are not underneath the dropping boot...they look like they could pack a wallop
The pills, Robert, don't forget to take the pills...
JahTeh...
Your mother wears army boots?
Blimey, it's the Blue Mountains Foghorn!
Gerald if you were on medication you might be interesting.
But only if you didn't take it.
RH, I _am_ on medication. Lexapro. And I think I'm a lot less interesting than when I was on Cab Sav. But I'm sure my liver is happier...
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